Of course it is. I was created in Envy, and that's all that is left of me. There's always someone better off than me after all.

[She shuffled back on the bridge, eyeing him warily. Depending upon how deeply he could look with his knack for sensing the sources of problems, there was an old, very old bitter wound deep deep down. But it had healed over like scar tissue a long time ago.

It was just a roiling stream of one small slight or another, like a constant stream of self-fulfilling prophesies.]

What about you? What do you envy, little compassion? Or are you always like that too?